Taken by the empowers of dark beauty,
that might include the forest in my backyard.
In end, loosing into gasping blow of wind,
taking all away the smell of its body.
Withered flowers and leaves falling into the ground,
make me feels the faults I denied.
Regenerating into the beauty of those leaves,
making me have the courage to feel a change in me.
Dripping into imagining being the flawless,
realising that might take everything of mine!
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PoetryYou might be the first to die in my eyes. Finding your soul. Something for your eyes and voice. Well, here you will not found every poem on eyes & voice:
